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Lord Cawthorne called the following day upon the Marquis of Fane.
Invincibly reserved even with his life long friends and those in his own family whom he loved best, Lord Fane impressed most strangers disagreeably. Lady Dorothy wondered very much how he would impress the Earl. As she watched that young man from her bedroom window sweep up the drive, her curiosity became a fever that needed treatment to protect her from dangerous results. "I've got to know," she cried excitedly, and ran downstairs. Two minutes later she had carefully concealed herself behind some heavy drapes in an alcove of the Cliff House's smallest reception room. She knew her father's habits from A to Z. She had not long to wait. Lord Cawthorne entered on a servant's heels, treading rather heavily, for he was tired. Nodding in answer to the footman's obsequious direction, he glanced languidly about the room and yawned. "Confound calls! Thank heaven, this is the last for to-day!" he muttered, and sank wearily upon a lounge. He confronted Dorothy, who had already discovered a peep-hole in her curtains. She studied him with critical attentiveness, searching his face for flaws.